Mythology

Chapter 362 completes the story of "The Nine-Bend Ghost".

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation has been transformed into a living hell. Just a few days ago, surviving cultivators from both sects could still be seen, but now the town is deserted.

Even immortals are no exception; countless souls have vanished into nothingness.

The once orderly streets were twisted and deformed, and the bluestone pavement was strangely shaped, like crumpled paper, folded together in uneven patterns.

Even more horrifying, mutilated corpses were faintly visible on the walls and floor.

A statue of a Chan Sect cultivator is embedded in front of the tavern, his flesh and bones fused with the bricks and stones, with only half of his terrified face protruding from the wall.

More often than not, there are remains of limbs and flesh, which have become part of the building.

The body still retained its expression from when it was alive, its features frozen in the last moment, whether it was anger, despair, or bewilderment, yet it seemed as if it might break free from the building at any moment.

call.

A sudden gust of wind arose, carrying with it a faint, mournful wail that sent chills down one's spine.

In this broken and collapsing world, lanterns lit up along the streets, and in an instant, countless candles lit up both sides of the streets and alleys.

The lanterns were not hanging, but floating three feet off the ground.

pat pat pat.

The hunched figure staggered along the twisted street.

Half of his body was already broken apart, like a weathered clay sculpture, with his skin constantly peeling off and turning into fine ashes that drifted away.

"Impossible. Cause and effect, human nature, timing, and location..."

"They should all be correct."

The Taoist Ran Deng raised his eyes, and anger was revealed in his usually calm eyes. It was not only because the opportunity had been taken away, but also because the situation had deviated from his expectations from beginning to end.

"I have never shown any malice, so how could anyone be so greedy? Since you cannot refine it, why don't you hand over the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl to me?"

"Shen Gongbao!"

"Shen Gongbao!!!"

As the Taoist Ran Deng roared, the exposed flesh emitted a glassy light, and the blood vessels could be seen intertwined like withered tree roots.

The lanterns illuminated Jiuqu Town, but the trace of the Dinghai Pearl could not be found.

The Taoist Ran Deng was cautious by nature and would never allow himself to risk staying in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, but the unwillingness in his heart was burning fiercely.

"The Twenty-Four Heavens were the key to my sainthood, yet they were taken by a mere Daoist..."

He paused slightly, turning his gaze towards the direction of the Buddhist hall. He saw that the yin energy inside the room was constantly gathering, accompanied by the aura of a primordial treasure. Soon, Shen Gongbao suddenly came back to life.

The first thing Shen Gongbao did after waking up was to refine the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings.

Rumble.

The vast, shattered ocean in mid-air suddenly churned violently, and the turbid rainwater, as if drawn by a force, turned into smoke and dust and entered the Buddhist hall.

The twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls simultaneously emitted a mysterious light.

Each jewel contains a semi-real ocean, with its ebb and flow becoming increasingly realistic, even accompanied by the sun, moon, and stars.

"The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, crafted in conjunction with the aura of the Tongtian Sect Master, is indeed extraordinary."

The Taoist Ran Deng relaxed his brow and a smile appeared on his lips. Then most of the lanterns went out, leaving only a few outside the Buddhist hall.

He watched as the Twenty-Four Deities gradually took shape, their faces radiating compassion.

"One pearl, one universe; one realm, one Bodhi."

The Taoist Ran Deng walked towards the Buddhist hall, lotus flowers blooming wherever he went, a halo of Buddha emanating from the back of his head, and he murmured softly.

"What are the Twenty-Four Heavens? They are the most superior celestial courts in the world. Once perfected, they can cultivate three thousand Mount Sumerus and eighty-four thousand yojanas, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of believers."

"Wonderful."

"When we reach Jiepai Pass two years later and have gathered 330,000 believers, I will be able to break away from Yuanshi Tianzun and establish my own lineage within Buddhism."

The Taoist Ran Deng clapped his hands and chuckled, as if he could foresee the scene of his becoming a saint.

He stood before the Buddhist hall, his hands clasped together, waiting for the twenty-four heavens to complete their work. His gaze would occasionally fall on Yang He, showing neither sorrow nor joy.

Time loses its meaning in the winding Yellow River maze.

The inverted ocean was slowly falling towards the ground, and the aura of the saints ceased to rage, indicating that the saints of the two religions had temporarily stopped fighting.

There was a hint of complexity between his brows. He was always by the side of Yuanshi Tianzun, and the four disciples of the Jie Sect and the seven attendant immortals were inseparable from him, but no one knew what the sage was thinking.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation will disappear within twenty-four hours."

As the Taoist Ran Deng examined the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, the strange phenomena became increasingly clear. The sea areas showed signs of merging, and when they were united, they would become the Twenty-Four Heavens.

"If Shen Gongbao willingly relinquishes the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings, I will guide him to become an Arhat; if he is unwilling, then..."

The Buddhist light he emitted vanished, and then Yang He made an unexpected move.

During the process of refining the Twenty-Four Heavens, one can strengthen their foundation by integrating into a small world. If a small world has other mysteries, it can also enable the Twenty-Four Heavens to be reborn.

The Taoist Ran Deng was astonished, for he saw a glimmer of light emerge from between Yang He's eyebrows.

The spiritual light rapidly expanded in the center of the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, transforming into a small world several thousand feet in size, which was Yang He's Corpse Wheel Small World.

"he……"

The Corpse Wheel Small World is far more vast than the Daoist temples of ordinary True Immortals.

As the sun and moon alternate, winds rise and clouds surge, lush vegetation covers the small world, and one can also see hordes of evil spirits that have already taken shape.

"I saw Shen Gongbao's small world before, but it was only ten zhang long. How could it have reached such a level in just a few years?"

The Burning Lamp Taoist felt that he was inferior to the Corpse Wheel Small World in the same realm.

What surprised him even more was Yang He's possession of the Celestial Court.

The Ten Deadly Formations are located on a high mountain in the Corpse Wheel Small World. After a long period of repair, the city is in dire need of reconstruction. The buildings of the ten sons of the Yang family all imprison Netherworld Ghosts (in their combined form).

"The Celestial Court was clearly forged using the remnants of the Ten Deadly Formations. Although it's not as good as the Twenty-Four Heavens, it's certainly not far off." "Even without the Twenty-Four Heavens, with the foundation of his existing small world, he could still expect to advance to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Just who is he?"

The Taoist Ran Deng narrowed his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that the refining of the Twenty-Four Heavens couldn't be interrupted, he would have already been unable to hold back and entered the Buddhist hall.

"It's definitely not Shen Gongbao, so who is it? Could it be some ancient immortal?"

He took out the magic seal and checked it repeatedly. As a result, the man in front of him was indeed Shen Gongbao. The magic seal was connected to the Yuanshi Tianzun's innate proof artifact, the "Three Treasures Jade Ruyi". Logically speaking, there should be no mistake.

The smile on the lips of the Taoist Ran Deng vanished, replaced by suspicion.

Recalling memories related to Shen Gongbao, I always feel that something is wrong, as if an invisible hand is manipulating everything.

"Is someone trying to stop me from becoming a saint? Who could it be?"

"The two Western Saints? Impossible. If Buddhism wants to flourish, it can't rely on them alone, so it would never kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."

"Could it be Laozi?"

"No, we must seize the opportunity at Jiepai Pass two years from now."

The Taoist Ran Deng was filled with thoughts, wishing he could immediately extract Yang He's soul to take a look.

Followed by.

An unbelievable scene unfolded: the Corpse Wheel Small World began to disintegrate, with fragments being thrown into the Twenty-Four Heavens one after another.

The vast ocean is home to a large number of corals, which are accompanied by the movement of sea monsters.

In a short time, the Twenty-Four Heavens derived the Great Dao Rules from the Corpse Wheel Small World, which can save at least two or three hundred years of nurturing.

puff.

Yang He's soul was severely injured, and the damage to his Corpse Wheel Small World also led to a sharp decline in his cultivation level.

He kept falling from the combined realm.

The Taoist Ran Deng could no longer suppress his astonishment and doubt. A seed destined to become a Great Luo Golden Immortal was inexplicably and illogically sacrificed to the Twenty-Four Heavens before his very eyes.

No matter how you think about it, there's no ulterior motive.

The Taoist Ran Deng looked bewildered, feeling lost for the first time since he began his cultivation.

He strives for absolute accuracy, yet unexpected things keep happening, and they become increasingly unpredictable.

"No matter what, I cannot let the Twenty-Four Heavens go."

Boom! !

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation suddenly trembled violently.

The streets and alleys collapsed and shrank at a visible speed, the bluestone pavement broke apart inch by inch, and converged towards the central mansion.

As the building contracted, it continued to compress, and the corpses embedded in the walls emitted mournful cries before turning to dust in an instant.

The vast ocean pours down, carrying an immeasurable weight.

boom! !

The Taoist Ran Deng supported the Buddhist hall, his divine sense locked onto Yang He. If there was even the slightest abnormality, he would not hesitate to suppress him.

Yang He remained motionless, his attention still focused on the Twenty-Four Heavens.

However, there has been no progress in the final stages.

Until the panel displays a prompt.

[The story "Nine-Bend Ghost" is complete. Should we create a permanent character for it?]

Yang He smiled inwardly, silently confirming his selection of the Twenty-Four Heavens.

The twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls merged into one, forming an ethereal ribbon of water droplets that floated in the palm of the hand, like the Milky Way.

The Taoist priest Ran Deng entered the Buddhist hall, his hands behind his back holding karmic fire.

“Shen Gongbao, I can preserve your soul and find you a new body.”

Yang He ignored it. Although his life force was dying and his body and soul were about to perish, an inscrutable smile appeared on his face.

"Shen Gongbao!!"

Who's behind you?!

With a loud shout, the Taoist Ran Deng grabbed Yang He by the neck.

"explain!!!"

[Generate a permanent character <Twenty-Four Deities>]

[The permanent characters <Flesh and Blood Temple> and <Twenty-Four Heavens> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"Confirm fusion."

【The Twenty-Four Devas】

[Formed from the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls that devoured Yang He's small world, it is now one of Yang He's avatars, possessing basic intelligence.]

"Ran...Ran Deng Daoist, be careful next time...next time we meet."

Yang He had already dissipated his own soul beforehand, and after speaking, he turned into yin energy and exploded.

Your character, the Ghost Immortal, has died; the story has ended.

The Taoist Ran Deng watched helplessly as Yang He died and his Dao dissipated, while the Twenty-Four Heavens remained in his palm, and after a little refinement, their auras merged.

He hesitated for a few breaths before withdrawing it into his body, and a dazzling halo rose behind his head.

“The twenty-four heavens are perfect and without any oversights.”

"They were able to settle into the dojo without any problems."

"But why am I so uneasy? Just because of the ramblings of a dying man?"

(End of this chapter)